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Harry life seemed to go right before his eyes and there was no way he could stop it, no way to end this torture. It seemed like hours, weeks, months; even years that Voldemort examined every detail of Harry's life having no concern for privacy or anything. After each memory he tossed it aside tattered and broken into something that would make any sane person cringe. It was never ending and if Harry had any possession of his mind he didn't show it for if he did he would have killed himself by now.

Harry slowly came back to himself he couldn't remember exactly what had happened but he just woke up on the hard, cracked, and dry earth that lay on the Forbidden forest on the Hogwarts grounds. A small wind whipped past his face chilling his cheeks but rustled no trees keeping silent only for the Dark Lord.

HE didn't know how long he was out but it only seemed like a few minutes because nothing had changed. The death eaters were still in a half circle with him in the middle and Voldemort with his wand pointed at him. Yup nothing had changed.

"Well, nice of you to come back to the land of the living," Voldemort said in that high taunting voice that sent shivers down his spine.

"I...died?" Harry asked not really believing it Voldemort was the father of lies after all.

"Not physically, but mentally for awhile there. I had to stop. Your life was just so sad and mopey, pathetic! You could have made something of yourself! With my help you could have been someone you could have been one of the most powerful wizards on the planet! Yet you defied me again and again and this is your punishment. Crucio!"

Harry yet again felt the pain like a thousand needles digging deep into his skin yet it was still better than the previous torture Voldemort had used.

Voldemort finally stopped or was able to control himself. Panting his breathe coming in gasps he sneered at Harry. An amazing sneer that Malfoy would be asking for lessons. The Dark Lord madly laughed. He laughed at himself, he laughed at everyone around him, and he laughed at Harry in his misery and pain. What had the world come too? The whole world magic and muggle depending on an adolescent boy who could barely take care of himself. Look at him now lying there on the ground barely able to pick himself up off of that ground. It was pathetic! Everything here was pathetic! Thoughts like these drone on and on inside of Voldemorts head no wonder he hated muggles so. They were so helpless and ignorant. If only there was no laws protecting them they would be the slaves of the powerful but instead we let them run free like animals and the whole worlds the zoo.

"You just don't understand do you?" Voldemort asked finally no one had realized he had stopped laughing and his long thoughts of power were finally being revealed in voice.

"If I understood I wouldn't be here, would I?" Harry responded having no idea in the first place why he was there but he couldn't dwell on that now.

"Oh, Harry so young for one to die but your end is near very near." The Dark Lord whispered absentmindedly as he paced in front of the boy though the whisper was loud enough for it to carry over to the boy lying there. "Would you like to know how I'm going to kill you?"

"I think you should just get on with it. I am ready to die. I want to die." Harry responded thinking only of those he loved as he said those words without them he never would have gotten anywhere.

"See Harry you still don't understand. It's not about waiting for you to be ready to die; this is not on your schedule only on mine. I have waited for this day to long and I will not draw it out any longer then needs be for you will die tonight, boy, you will and in the most gruesome way possible."

"And how would that be?"

"As I was saying earlier how I was discovering new ways of torture and you experienced all of your past pain caused by either me or my minions, correct?"

"Where are you getting with this? Didn't you here I wanted to die. I'm like delivered to you on a silver platter so stop playing with your food!"

"Well, getting angry now aren't we? That won't do. Bellatrix?"

"Crucio!" Bellatrix laughed with glee.

"Now yes, where were we at? Oh well anyways when you experienced this pain you couldn't die you would just feel pain like with the cruciatios curse. So I thought what if all of those marks could all be made again? What if every little scrape and bruise could be recreated? Amazing isn't it? Ingenious even. So this is how you shall die Harry Potter. From your past!"

Authors Note- sorry I haven't updated recently I've been busy but I hope you enjoy this most recent chapter and please review it would be awesome